Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1887-10-01


willin' to he argied with, that's fact, and
I'd 'a'ben here in time to consider some o
them inducements th't was offered this
eyenin' if | hadn't stopped to give my
little grandson some p'ints in nat'ral his'try
th't he orter know about. 1t won't do to
let the youth O. the kentry grow up in
ign'rance, Squire, even if preventin' it We
hef to cut yerself a leetle short. Is the
prospects cheerin', 'Squire?"
Be they cheerin ?'' said the Squire.
Be they? Wall, with FIVE candidates in
the field for Shurf, four perspirin' Teller
citizens sailin' along neck an neck fur
Judge, an l dunno how many soarin'
statesmen pinin' for the Legislator, if the
prospects haint ez bright ez if they had a
seventy eight candle power jack lamp
turned on 'em, then th' haint no use tn
bein' any prospects at ALL But We want to
be around, Major, an hayin' yer weather
eye propped wide open. No candidate
hain't outen the woods till the polls is
shet, and Consistently th'll be inducements
flynn round, plain an with bitters in,
from now to shutdown on lection day. Tn
never was a time when it stood We more in
hand to git double hitch on old eternal
vigilance thin tn is now. Ketch him by
the neck, Major, an keep him with YEP
The Old Settler said he would. Then
he cast his eve over the bar and ran it
along the array of political influence stand
ing there, corked up and neatly labeled.
And he wondered if any of the candidates
due would drop in and bring some of that
influence to bear aupon him before he
went home.
'The way the katydids is turnin up,
Squire" said he, by and by, "'twont be a
great vile fore the OF tea kittle III be
bilin' here, an we'll be a lookin' round fur
leetle lemon an sugar, an leetle OF
stingo from Sandy Mingo, to kinder dilute
a swaller or two o hot water with, wun't
weY
Naturally replied the Squire elise
watts the use o havin' the weather git
cool ?"
NO use, p'tci'lar," said the Old Settler,
"ceptin' th't its pleasanter fur We if We
sh'd happen to tumble into Il rassel with
bar. Hot weather he burned for tacklin
bruin, | say, an nobody knows better'n
do. Jis' look at the time | had over on
Blinky's knoll. twenty years or so ago. I'd
ben out buckle berryin' an hadn't per-
vided fur interviewin' no bar; so ez | got
to the foot O the east side o the knoll, on
my way hum, an come squar' agin an OF
teaser all ready fur fight an wantin' it, |
jist concluded th't the th'momter were a
littletoo genial fur tacklin' MIN with nuthin
but Il jackknife, and so / took my back
track up the knoll an went down the west
side ez peaceable as a spring lamb. But
wat looms up afore me, wen | got to the
bottom but the bar still coaxin' tussel.
THE varmint has cut around an met
me- | says, an wants to rifle me, but
won't be riled this hot day. | says; an
so edged away from him, catty cornered
like up the knoll and went down the north
side. | can't say but began to get leetle
mad, in spite o myself, when see the durn
bar waitin' fur me thar, wen / got to the
bottom, an | had half notion to sail in
and wipe him out, but then l says to my
self, Waits the use o heatin' yer blood
an fetchin' on a sunstroke, mebby,' says,
an mebby spillin' yer berries, iis' to
hammer the life outer one OF Bar says,
an that un all out O fur an the meat not
much better, yit, thin groun' hog% So |
turned on my heel agin, an up the knoll |
mosied, an struck fur hum on the south
side. Wall, wen | got down on that side,
an foun' the bar layin' fur me thar, kin
tell We, b'gosh, th't my dander riz right up,
an couldn't git it down, an in spite o
the weather | buckled inter the pesky
critter, an in less time thin it'd take me
to stick pig laid Mr. Bruin out stiffer'n
an OK yoke. Course, if it'd 'a'ben cool
weather | wouldn't a'turned hair, but
ez it were, the rascal het me up consid' able,
an wen Pm het up Pm tetchy ez nettles
So wen | turned to pick up my pail o
berries, an see another big bar maxim fur
me, round one edge O the knoll, furgut
all about sunstrokes and th'mom' ters an
pitched in an twisted the wizzen O t'other
bar, 50 ez We couldn't "a tol' it from wire
rope struck by lightnin'
"Then | sot down to cool off leetle,
an ez | were wipin' the Precipitation ofi'n
my torrid, clumpy-te-clum marched an
other big bar round one side % the knoll,
an sloshy-te-slosh tore another un through
the brush from round t'other corner.
"'Aw, now, see here | says, kinder
reasonin' like to the bars. Gosh
t'lnighty,' I says, wy the dignation can't
We wait till snow flies, an yer fur is good
an yer meat fit to chaw,' SAYS, an l kin
hev holt with We without getting mad
All MIL OIb hIbilOul hst'lll -NC!
"But them bars would hev it, an so |
had to risk the sunstrokes ag'in an jerk
the everlastin lights outen both on 'em,
Ye see, it want one bar that KEEP a
stoppin' me round the knoll, ez ! thunk it
were, bwt a sassy gang o four on 'em. Hot
weather hain't no good time to rassel bars
1t rifles We, an if thur anything hate it's
to lose my temper, Squire, I'll iine ye"
As they stood at the counter, with the
bottle between them, the Old Settler got
great start by reason of the appearance of
Bill Simmons in the room, because he nat
urally expected to see little Peleg in Bills
wake. But he wasn't Bill Simmons had
come in after paper of tobacco for his
father, and went right out again. After a
while the Old Settler said:
wall, guess tn wunt be no candi-
dates in might, so FL pull fur hum, ez
M'riarll be anxious to hear bout the state
o the kentry"
The Old Settler went home. Peleg had
gone to bed. Maria was disappointed to
hear that there was nothing in the post
office for her.
al 'spected letter from Sally Ann"
she said, "'cause | writ her to let Peleg
stay another six weeks"
"Jeewhizz " said the Old Settler, under
his breath. Then to Maria: Never
mind, M'riar. Mebby it'll be along t'mor-
row"
Next morning at breakfast the Old Set
tier said to Peleg:
Little gran son wants to stay an cheer
his poor OF gran'pop up fur six weeks
more, doesn't he? That's good I can't
bear to see We 90 back, somehow, sonny"
By-and-by Peleg looked up and said:
$50, Katy didn't break the bottle after
all, did she, grandpopY
Didn't she?' said Peleg's grandfather. a
little surprised. is that So sonny ?"
why, yes, grandpop,' replied Peleg.
| told Bill Simmons what the katydids
said about it, and he said it wasn't no such
thing, for he seen you and the Squire
looking at the bottle last night, and there
wasn't even 4 crack in it."
The Old Settler went out behind the
barn to light his pipe this morning. He
was evidently " het up"
Six weeks longer, hay?" said he.
Then I'll .iist drop line to Sally Ann,
tellin' her th't the way | feel now, she'd
better send for her young un to wunst, for
thuz danger o his gittin' pizen in his pan
cakes y
When he walked over toward the tavern
Il little later the Old Settler looked rs If